if you meet me again

If we meet again

with any burst of unfelt breeze

With that, I decorate your psyche in my veins

which makes me feel your presence when the moon draws near to the horizon and so the revolving earth around the sun,

and if my unsaid admiration causes the universe to collide our gazes again

this time I’ll not hold my emotions in disguise

Not in the wrapped bouquet that forgot how to be aromatic 

When the presence of your shadow accompanied me

and vapoured the aroma over my not-so-glowing skin when your silky hands touched mine,

I’ll take you to skim the sunset of winter alongside

On the outskirt of a deserted city

Where a celebrated river is still alive in the memory of her Princess

With some sprinkles of the remnant of her splendour and covered with some ashes,

but the pieces of eaves around it are not as fresh as it is in your garden

Maybe a glimpse of your sacred smile will make it bloom again

As it did with my not-so-alive temperamental heart 

Maybe they need a light

And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night,

I’ll carry a book that you don’t admire

A detested torn paled hardcover that you opened once and despised 

I'll Read aloud its first page 

In harmony with the sweet melodies of the bird's song

while painting its cover with vibrant hues of your “Mehndi”

I'll make sure it's forgotten verses dance again 

with the withered bud that once I planted in my garden to decorate your hairs 

I'll show you how a detested flower is nurtured with such admiration 

how the characters of a book you never liked can be mesmerizing too 

and so the rain that pours in winter can amuse the withering soul 

that doesn't synchronize with the blooming bud 

but waits for spring that's only one captivating soul can ask.